I feel very guilty.
The rule was made when me and ex decorated it last year. It hadn't been decorated in 15 years and had been smoked in a LOT. When I sugar soaped the walls the water that ran down was the colour of hungover wee... It soaked into the skin on my hands and made me feel all peculiar and everything.

So I have been determined to keep it all smoke free since then. But I am slightly drunken, and weak willed.

On the upside, it is a lully room to sit in. The walls are plum, the ceiling is biscuit, and the woodwork is crisp white. I am reclining in my recliner in front of a roaring fire. Getting up to go outside and smoke seems like an ordeal, and it feels like luxury to do it here.

/waffle

EDIT: mmm waffles...
( warmfuzzies Isn't here, Fri 10 Oct 2008, 18:42, Reply)